Trash

I went to the beach today, and the weather was beautiful. What was not beautiful was the empty soda cans and random trash someone left. I've been going to this beach ever since I moved here three years ago, and I've never really seen it like that. Obviously tourists. The locals don't trash their own beach. What I don't get, though, is that there is a trash can 100 feet away. How hard is that??? Fuckers. Come and trash my beach. No wonder places like Ohio look like they do. Yeah, I said it.

Last night I got depressed, but I don't really know why. It's lasting into today, and I'm hoping will go away soon. I was doing really good, and then just got thwacked all of a sudden. Nothing happened that should make me feel sad. I have a feeling it has to do with the feeling that my friends are always too busy for me, because it is incredibly difficult to get together with any of them. I say how about Friday and they say can't, I'm busy. They have real jobs, so they can't stay out past 9, and I don't get out of class until 10, so that leaves some days out automatically. I don't really know how to fix this problem without getting all new friends, which is a difficult and time consuming task. And it's not like I have that many friends to begin with. But I do get depressed when the only contact I have with everyone is by phone. Sometimes that's just not enough. And I get depressed. So here I am.